For I am nothing, it was my mistake to dream big. Now that I am sober, let's do some ass-kicking.
All is fine. All is fine.
As I was in the devastation period, got me thinking, for what it's worth to believe in hope when reality itself is hell fucked up? One night of tissues all over the place did help. So now, I am the old me. Fin.
A brand new life is in the making. And work environment helps a lot. As well as a visit to the fucking cheapest bookshop in KL.
5 comments:
can i fucking know where's the fucking cheapest bookstore you were fucking talking about?
fucking pay me 2 fucking bucks if you want to fucking know where's the fucking place. :D
you are a fucking tyrant. Do you fucking know that in that fucking cineleisure got this one fucking place where they sell fucking cheap books as fucking well?
Ahaha. I fucking know that place, it fucking sells fucking old books, right? This fucking place I've been fucking telling you about sells fucking new books at the fucking cheapest price. Fucking imagine this, they fucking sell Star fucking Wars book priced MYR 400 just for fucking MYR 29 and fucking cents.
Whad-fucking-dup!
fucking demmit! fuck the helilujah! ey, fucking tell me quick where is the fucking book store.
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